A Pathway To Heartbreak (True Story)(Laceyhopkins) I was 14 at the time. A little over 2-3 years ago. My dad left us. It was the worst thing that had happened. I was still just a kid however and I didn't understand the issue. Things were hard on us after that. I was in deep depression, laying on the couch looking at the ceiling each and every day. I was miserable. My emotions were all mixed up with anger, confusion, sadness. Lashing out at everyone. My mother said I should go to school in person since I had done online of that last year. I did but it didn't help much. I was normally bullied because I was a nerd. I ended having thoughts that I shouldn't have. I didn't know what else to do. My dad was considered, "My Best Friend" until I had learned some things about him. Throughout 8 months of misery, I listened to my mother crying in bed feeling just as broken as I was. I cried also in fury and I was blaming God for everything like, "Why did you do this to me?" After he left, we talked to each other on the phone. It was going fine until he stopped talking to me. I had to try to call him myself. He made promises. Fake ones. That's why I hate it when someone makes a promise. It's useless. He promised me he would call me everyday but never did. I wanted to scream at him. Sometimes I wake up and expect him to be there. But I know he never will again. He is actually my step-dad. But throughout them young years he was considered my father. It was so hard for me to cope with when my mother started to date again. He was a long time friend of her's but I didn't know him. I felt lost. I still have dreams about him walking out that door with his things. I had heard my mom screaming at him to get out. I was crying standing next to their door. He came out with his things and I asked him, "Where are you going daddy?" He looked at me and said, "Your mom has blamed me for something I haven't done and now I'm leaving. Maybe I'll see you again, maybe not. Goodbye sweetie." As I watched him go, I had the urge to run after him. I didn't want him to go. He was my daddy. I couldn't lose a family member. After that I listened to depressing songs and stopped talking to everyone. When I ate food I just puked it back up. I was losing weight. My mother was worried about me. I wasn't actually sick in my stomach, I was sick of living. I wanted to kill myself. This life wasn't for me at the time. But then after praying to God, a year later I moved on. No more tears and I am not as depressed at before. ii thank God every day for saving me from lifetime pain. I still have a scar that it left me but I have a bigger faith. I'm happy now. I am focusing more on my future even though I can tell you that I am scared of falling in love. What if it turns out like it did for my parents? I guess I'll have to find out and be prepared. I have God with me.

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